I had two dreams last night, or rather this morning, while I slept. The first was that the princess threw out our potatoes because they were half rotten. This is absurd because said potatoes are dehydrated. The second was that I was smoking a joint made from a paper straw. Apparently this was my second joint, because the officer decided to arrest me rather than being lenient on a first time offender. I guess I have a subliminal drug habit. The dream was interrupted by my alarm clock, which happened to be playing "I'm Not an Addict".